Tide
The sea breathes
Gently in and out,
It seems to sigh upon the breeze.
Waves sparkle
Like liquid silver,
Dappled diamonds on restless swell;
Advancing
Gently up the shore,
Relentless, driven by the moon.
Aromas
Of rich dark seaweed,
Distinctive halogenic nose.
White egret
In rock pool dipping
While oystercatchers scream on by.
Eternal tide,
Pumping in and out
Like measured concertina strokes.
Mesmeric.
I could watch for hours,
Lost in timeless fascination.
Copyright © Mike Jones | Year Posted 2015
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